After Proust, there are certain things that simply cannot be done again. He marks off for you the boundaries of your talent.

You should celebrate the end of a love affair as they celebrate death in New Orleans, with songs, laughter, dancing and a lot of wine.

Love is worth whatever it costs.

Jazz music is an intensified feeling of nonchalance.

It amused me to think that one can tell the truth when one is drunk and nobody will believe it.

For what are we looking for if not to please? I do not know if the desire to attract others comes from a superabundance of vitality, possessiveness, or the hidden, unspoken need to be reassured.

No one, but no one, ever behaves 'well' in bed unless they love or are loved - two conditions seldom fulfilled.